The Eagles are out of the playoffs. Over what will surely become the locally infamous "punt." While there is no way to know that they'd've made the first down on fourth and fifteen... it would've been better to try that to give up.
*Sigh* In the grand tradition of Philadelphia sports teams, the Eagles soared through the end of the season, given everyone
just enough hope to get back on the wagon and pull for them... only to collapse when it mattered most.
Now I'm in a void. I would normally be at the height of Flyers fandom, but it's real hard these days. Now I'm behind them "Go Team!" "Rah! Rah!" and all, but damn! They have 27 points at mid-season. On pace for 54. Fifty-four! That record would not only be the weakest Flyer record in a looooong time, but it would be one of the three crappiest records in at least the last eight seasons of the NHL -- for all teams. We're talking 2000-01 Islanders levels of crappiness here!
And since I'm no longer in the Philadelphia television market, I can't even watch this B.S. on television.
The Sixers are likewise terrible, and baseball has almost two whole months before the Phillies can really begin to disappoint me. ugggh
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